Page 55 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 22

The six-man crew splitaway from Peer, heading toward the clubhouse. He turned on the next road and cruised slowly home. It'd taken all day to follow Brikken as they made their way to deliver the goods, validating the other MC's schedule.

Like Roar had thought, Brikken was still making a trip every six weeks to Northern California. He and the others followed them as far as Bend, Oregon, and then turned around and headed back to Portland with a stop mid-way to watch the Brikken members rally at safety points along the route.

The only thing that'd changed since the Feds caught up with them was the other motorcycle club no longer followed Interstate 5.

He pulled into the driveway and shut off his Harley. Toeing the kickstand, he gathered his duffle and went up to the house. He unlocked the door and let himself in.

"Pappa." Tyr ran across the room and attached himself to Peer's leg.

He stretched and threw his duffle on the shelf in the closet and then picked up Tyr. "Did I hear you say my name right?"

Coco pushed off the floor and stood. "We've been practicing all day."

"Pa pa pa pa." Tyr slapped at Peer's face trying to get his attention.

"See?" Coco laughed. "He still gets excited and keeps pa pa-ing."

He walked to her, leaned over, and kissed her. "Any luck getting him to say your name?"

"No. I'm going to give him a break and work on more important words." She moved away and picked up a few toys, tossing them in the toy box beside the couch. "How was your ride?"

"Long. Traffic was a bitch." He sat down on the couch.

"Peer." She pointed at Tyr. "Little ears."

He sighed at the reminder that his son would mimic all his words someday. "Lots of traffic."

"Probably because it's Sunday." She folded the baby blanket on the floor and put it on the back of the couch before sitting down beside him. "You can rest tomorrow, can't you?"

"Ja."

Tyr wiggled out of his arms and crawled over and sat on Coco's lap. He stretched out his legs, watching his son snuggle against his woman's chest. Coco had a natural way about her, automatically stroking Tyr's head and cradling his body.

"I could be jealous of him right now." He lifted his arm, laying it on the back of the couch, and stroked her nape with his thumb.

Her gaze warmed. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll cuddle with you tonight."

He groaned in approval. "I'll be good."

"You better be, mister." Coco lifted her feet up and draped her legs over his, leaning back on the couch without Tyr being aware of her movements. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you come back for a ride."

He cocked his eyebrow. His interest in what she thought about him skyrocketed the more she looked at him.

"Your hair all wild when you pull the leather off and unbraid your beard." Her tongue came out and moistened her lower lip. "You've gotten tan which makes your eyes stand out more."

"My eyes?" he said gruffly.

"Oh, yeah, your eyes are..." Her voice softened. "Passionate, brilliant, and hardened."

"Hardened?"

She laughed. "Too much?"

"Not if you're trying to make me hard." He hooked her neck, bringing her and his son closer until he could put his arms around them. "I've been thinking."

"About?"